Training Grevar (Closed)

[Ninjedi]

The young padawan walked through the halls of the monastery on Tython. Observing what he could of the interesting atmosphere. Tython was truly a beautiful world. The halls of the monastery seemed continue forever, Grevar himself hadn't seen all of the building. Grevar continued into the room where his training had been scheduled at. The force flowed around him, it felt ... natural. He took a deep breathe and stood in silence.

 

[Kouta]

As Aron Stepped in the room, he would see that his teacher was already present, seeming to be waiting for him. Kouta floated in meditation in the center of the room, both of his twin bladed sabers spinning on opposite sides of him. It was when Aron breathed in deep that Kouta's eyes opened, his feet reaching towards the ground, his sabers taking place in their holsters. "So you're the kid i chose huh?" He asked, looking up at the taller person, "My god you're a large one." he proclaimed, smiling slightly. The mood flowing off of him was very relaxed, familiar. Kouta seemed to be weak though, almost no force energies flowing off of him, his power seemed to be lower than the man that stood before him. "I, am Kouta Hiroke, the man that will be teaching you our ways and training you in our techniques." he claimed in an over exaggerated bow, "And you would be?"

 

[Ninjedi]

Grevar bowed to his master, being much taller than him. He smirked at the mans comment. "I am Aran'irer Grevar." he said.

 

[Kouta]

"Aran'irer" Kouta repeated, "I see," he seemed to be thinking for a bit, "And don't bow, i'm not into all of that." he laughed a bit. "And for the love of all that's holy, don't call me master! That word and I... don't get along well."

Kouta turned around, walking back to the center of the room, "I find it much easier to learn about one another during a match, Shall we?" he asked, removing the top half of his robes, tossing the m to the sides, The almost countless scars that littered his body becoming visible, "Clothes are always so binding, to hell with them" he laughed, this mentality was common among the echani and had roots within their traditions, but kouta left his pants on for Aran's sake.

OOC: could you try to make your posts a bit longer? be descriptive, what's going through your charry's head? what his he doing, his body language, It makes for a much more enjoyable read, not for me, but for everyone. I use to do short, almost one liners as well, but i find it rather enjoyable lengthening them.

 

[Ninjedi]

Aran'irer nodded. "This man is certainly not formal", he thought to himself. He shifted to the side a bit. Unsure of his masters next move. I find it much easier to learn about one another during a match, Shall we?" the man said. Aran'irer stepped back a bit. He reached for his lightsaber, and detached it from his belt. The man removed his shirt. The man had battle scars, Aran then knew this was going to be more than a challenge. He held the lightsaber up, and activated it. The pillar of light appeared quickly, it shined blue, a basic color used by the Jedi Order. He stepped back some more, holding the lightsaber in front of him. "We shall."

 

[Kouta]

Kouta smiled, good, you don't back down." He pulled out his sabres, "until I know what your capable of, I'll hold back." Kouta held two twin bladed sabers, igniting only one blade on each. The blades were cyan in color, the blades seemed as if the inner cores were swirling like a small typhoon, "I'll restrict myself to the basic styles... For now." Kouta stood relaxed, with his blades in hand. "Well... Come at me" a grin crawled across his face.

 

[Ninjedi]

Aran'irer took a deep breathe, before assuming the Soresu opening stance, with the lightsaber held back, being held with one hand, while the opposing hand is help forward, with his dominant food held back. He sighed, "No you come at me." He adjusted the hilt in his hand to make it more comfortable. The Soresu style utilized tight and defensive movements, so Aran's plan was to make his master attack first.

 

[Kouta]

Kouta grinned, "soretsu hm? How reserved, I suppose its suited for a large man such as you. He thought for a moment. "Such a tiresome form, everyone seems to run to it first." Kouta sighed, well then, Ill play along, for now." Kouta dashed forward, not using any sort of body augment. Before he reached Aran, however, Kouta planted his leg, spinning around aran, kouta's blades being used to deflect any incoming attack. When Kouta reached Aran's back, kouta would slash diagnally down the legth of Aran's back. If it hit, Aran would find that the setting of Kouta's blade power was significantly reduced, so that it would only leave a slight burn.

 

[Ninjedi]

When his master began running toward him, Aran formed a basic block stance, but then he leaped from the ground. "I wasn't expecting that." Aran thought. Aran slashed upwards at his master quickly, but his blades blocked it. Aran turned 180 degrees, and formed a block stance, attempting to block the incoming attack, but failing. Aran felt a slight burn, but not enough to overwhelm him. He broke his stance for a minute, before reforming it. Aran slashed quickly at his master, of course, he would only feel a slight burn, not enough to kill or overwhelm.

 

[Kouta]

Kouta watched as his padawan collected himself, "in a real bout you would be dead, twice over. One for the blow on ur back, and if someone was indeed trying to kill you they would have taken the chance you presented by collecting yourself." Kouta' words seemed harsher than normal. He sidestepped the attack, swinging his own blade down, hitting the back of Aran's saber, forcing his blade down, Kouta using the force of Aran's attack against him. He then span behind Aran swinging the but end of his saber to strike at the back of Aran's neck. Regardless of if the attack hits, kouta would flip backwards, creating distance between himself and Aran, " so many of my friends and brothers to the blades of our opponents, will you be one of those people?" Kouta called, his words booming, "hell not if I can help it, but it comes down to you. I will put you through hell, I will be a larger threat to you than anything you can ever face out there!" Kouta pointed to the ceiling, signifying off planet, " my one question is..." Kouta's grinned returned, "can you handle it?"